Ling Yu hates the arrangement of her mother to marry. This is her 29th blind date.
Because the previous blind dates were either greasy men or weirdos who asked for two in three years.
This time she is bound to screw up the last chance of a blind date in her life.
However, just as she was standing at the door of the cafe with a discounted egg in her hand and wearing a worn-out yellow T-shirt with a retreat printed on it, Ling Yu's brain suddenly shut down.
First reaction: Is this a blind date?
Second reaction:: Is this an artist who was secretly photographed when he went out for an undercover mission? ? ?
Third reaction: Does this kind of best need a blind date? ? ?
Neptune. It must be Aquaman. With this kind of appearance, this kind of figure, this kind of temperament, if he goes out and gets asked on WeChat eight hundred times, he needs a blind date?
Or GAY is looking for a physical marriage partner.
Or else - a red light lit up in Ling Yu's head - an advanced version of the pig-killing plate, which would first send a top handsome guy to use a beauty trick to make you lose your mind, and then induce you to invest in Bitcoin, buy virtual currency, open a joint account, and finally run away with your money, losing both your life and wealth.
Yes, that must be the case.
Intention: I hate the spring of marrying a girl